"Neither, and there was no one here that we could find, which begs the question of who set off the siren and if it was automated, how did it know the windstorm was coming?" Those two mysteries have haunted her since she arrived, but no matter how she tries to put it together, no answer actually makes sense. She folds her hands over her knees and regards him with a faintly amused smile.

"Frustrated yet? If you're not, give it time, it'll come."